Seems like only yesterday I was singing the praises of The 757s’ debut, Tell The Pilgrims It’s A Potluck, but I’ll be damned if that isn’t ancient history. Truth be told, there are only two acts in the Twin Cities I’m really jonsing for new material from: The 757s and P.O.S. Details on the latter are few and far between, but I’m working my sources. I can tell you quite a bit more about the new one from The 757s.

Seems like all that’s left to do is slap a release date on this bad boy, but therein lies the rub. Our friends in The 757s are caught in a game of label roulette. I realize that I’m running the risk of becoming a modern day Soupy Sales, but if anyone reading this is employed by a wealthy douchebag and isn’t above skimming a little off the top, I don’t want to discourage you from helping to get this record into the racks.

After much pleading, and a few threats of grievous bodily harm, the guys were good enough to share a couple rough demos; fruits of their recent woodshedding. Grab these tunes now and maybe you won’t have to buy the reissue in ten years.